So it's all done and dusted for another year. Christmas 2013 has been put to bed and we're just left with the leftover chocolate, booze (if you haven't already finished it all), and the last few days to come up with New Year's resolutions that we'll stick to for all of twenty four hours, if that. So now that the dust has somewhat settled, I can be honest and tell you all the reasons why Christmas goddamn well sucks while cradling my box of Maltesers.
Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. But there are plenty of things that dull the sleigh bells if you ask me.
1) Christmas Shopping
I'm not even getting onto the whole "Crap, what can I get what's-his-face for Christmas?" with this one yet; that can have a point all to itself. What I'm talking about is the shopping. I hate shopping any time of the year because of all the people, but Christmas shopping is a whole different kettle of fish. There are too many damned people on this planet, so for everyone to be shopping - stressy Christmas shopping - all at the same time...it's chaos. And I really cannot stand it. I usually try and get my Christmas shopping done by about October, but this year I've just been too busy with deadlines and I ended up in the wave of horror. They're getting in your way; you're getting in their way. You're apologising and excusing yourself, and they're huffing at you because you're the "ignorant youth of today". I could go on and on about how the so-called adults can be just as rude, if not more so, but that would bore you all to tears. And me.
Who the hell came up with the bright idea of high school/college/university getting more intense as Christmas nears? I want to slap them about with a wet fish. Come December 1st, you can always be sure that my friends and I will share a look and a common thought: "Oh bugger." I miss my primary school years where I could be genuinely excited about Christmas because homework was this thing that we hardly ever faced, and when we did it was to read this ten-page book, or learn the three times table. From as soon as you leave high school, you find yourself to be less like this:
...and more like this:
It's depressing as fudge. Do you know how many all nighters I've pulled already this academic year?
And yes, it took me hours to do these animations because I kept getting distracted by how much revision I have to do!
Yes, that's another thing! You can't even breathe a sigh of relief once you handed in that last assignment of the year because as soon as you get back to university come January, you are smashed in the face by a thousand hammers known as EXAMS. It's like, "Hey, you've all worked so hard, so enjoy your Christmas break...NOT! You have exams the week term starts - byyyyyye! Mwahahahaha..."
3) "What do you want for Christmas?"
As you get older, you have to really wrack your brains to come up with an decent answer to that question. When you're five-years-old you have a list that reaches the floor with toys and rubbish you would use for ten minutes and then dump under your bed to collect dust. But when you get to about fourteen, it all becomes this stressful question that you dread to ask and dread to be asked. Everyone's stressing out because it would make Christmas shopping a heck of a lot easier if we all knew what to get one another, but the problem is we don't know what we want for Christmas. It's a vicious cycle.
Just give me money! I can put it in the bank and use it towards my rent!
4) Some friends
Not all friends.
So the situation follows on from the last point: you don't know what to get your friends, they don't know what to get you. You've been round all the shops painfully searching for THE present, and you're so proud because, gawsh - they're gonna love it! You're sure of it! ...Well, as sure as you can be.
And then you open the present they've gotten you. They've known you for years, and they've bought you something tacky you wouldn't be caught dead with. A few plastic bracelets, or a pair of white socks with hearts on them. Have they given you the wrong present? I mean, these socks are size 13 for goodness' sake! Nope, that's your name on the tag. You've been screwed over.
There's also when you've put in all that effort into getting a pricey present for a friend you don't see very often, and they open it in front of you, and that look of disdain comes onto their face. "Oh, I already have one of these," they say. Oh, well rats, I wish I'd wrapped up that bit of roadkill I found on Newton Road instead. At least then that look you gave me would've been worth it.
Christmas really makes you wonder who your friends are.
5) Wrapping presents
I hate wrapping presents. Some people are really good at wrapping presents, then others are like me. I still wrap like a child. 'Nuff said. It's just awful.
6) The weather
Snow, wind, rain...I just hate it all. And I live in England, which means that for all but two weeks of the year we have just that. It's like, "Surprise! Rain!" except not surprise at all because this is the United Kingdom for goodness' sake! "Okay we'll stop the rain now...and give you hail! Yay!"
I hate the cold so much.
7) Washing up
Now, the part I look forward to most about Christmas is the food. Golly, tea around Christmas time is like... You eat like a king. You're more stuffed than the turkey! I love it!
What I hate, though, is the amount of washing up that needs to be done afterwards. It's a nightmare. I hate washing up, but at Christmas there's just so much more of it! Washing up will be the death of me, unless I can afford a dishwasher before that day of doom.
And that's about it. All the things I hate about Christmas. I actually don't know how people survive December. But despite all the bad things, there are a heck of a lot of good things that make Christmas not only the most stressful of holidays, but also the best.
So what do you guys hate about Christmas? Let me know!
But seriously, I hope everyone is okay. Love to all in Argentina, especially to the little 7-year-old who had to lose part of her finger. I'm sure she was very brave despite everything. Kids usually are.
I hope you all had a wonderful day! Did you all get everything you wanted?
I'm a very happy bunny - my mum and brother bought me a toolbox and socket set. Who needs the Doctor when you have the Engineer?
But seriously, what did you guys think of the Doctor Who Christmas special? Personally I felt it was really poorly written, although the ending was rather beautiful. But ever since Matt Smith came aboard the TARDIS, I feel like the writing has fallen to...well...shit. Some of the River Song moments have been quite good, and I quite like Clara, but overall it's just not up to the usual top notch I've been used to with Doctor Who. Or is it just me who feels like this?
Away from Doctor Who, I hope you're all having a wondering time with family and friends, and I'm looking forward to seeing you all in the new year! 2013 has been a good one; bring on 2014 as far as I'm concerned!
Letting go of something, or someone, is one thing that a lot of us dread doing, even when it's obviously the best thing for everyone. When you love that person so much it hurts to not be with them, it's almost as if you want to slap yourself silly with a wet fish, screaming, "What is wrong with you, you idiot? They're the best thing that ever happened to you!" Except they're not, or else why would you be letting them go?
But that's the thing about ending a relationship. You know you need out and that this is the best thing to do and all that bullshit you've already told yourself ten thousand times, but it's just so difficult to put all those words into actions and actually do the right thing. You imagine them to be heartbroken, and perhaps even burst into to tears or get angry with you. After all, you've both invested so much only to get...this. An unhappy ending, til the next time. It's one of the scariest things you have to do, and so you just keep leaving it, and leaving it, and before you know it you've left it a month and you still can't make it to their door to give them their stuff back that they left at yours and set you both free.
"I'm not a pussy. I'm not a pussy..."
That's what you keep telling yourself, yet you're still here, curled up with your comfort food, wrappers scattered all over the carpet, watching some crappy TV show that bores you to tears but is still better than going out there to face the music. It's like they're your safety blanket, except they make you feel vulnerable and needy.
So what's the point in going 30 on this motorway? Either way you'll be reaching the same destination. It's just a lot safer for everybody to get there sooner rather than later. Surely...
It's time of year again where I have loads of deadlines to meet before I finish the semester for Christmas in two weeks' time, and on top of that I also have to apply for industrial placements for next year. Yet a relationship is getting in my way. My relationship with my bed.
It's 14:10 and I am still in the sack, feeling disgusted with myself but unable to leave the warm covers and face the day...and pile of work I have to do. My laptop, instead of sitting on my desk, is sprawled upon my lap, and my pillows are bunched up behind my neck so that I can see the screen. I'm acting like a slob, and it's bloody gross.
How is one supposed to leave this sanctuary and force one's self to make each and every day a productive one, when all one wants to do is take a break now as opposed to in two weeks' time?
To be fair, I blame my bed for being so damned comfortable!